When Blue Turns To Red
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When leaves of hatred sprouts on the branches of mind,
Enemy, enemy everywhere, goes anywhere ye will find,
A nude tree, like a nude mind, no charm to be under it,
No shadow to lay, no birds to sing, it is useless to be with,
When ye frown, it makes you to waste energy divine; pine,
Smile is no waste; less ye lose, ah! Its divinity hearts shine,
When hatred birds come from hell, make nest on your head,
Blues of life ends, restless, and whole world turned to red,
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